But now Tess was here, back in his world, and he was about to get a real-life glimpse of the fantasy he hadn’t quite let himself imagine.
He turned into the drive, winding through a copse of trees all leafed out for spring. When they broke free of the woods and caught sight of the house, she gasped.
Two stories of river rock and timber, it sprawled along the small ridge, the hipped roof dappled from the old growth trees he’d deliberately designed around. The mass of windows glinted in the late afternoon sun and daffodils lined the walk, offering a glorious pop of color that showcased the lines of the landscaping to best advantage. Thank you, Cam.
“It’s gorgeous! Your work?”
“Yeah.” Mitch pulled into the garage and shut the door behind them. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”
Tess foll
